Oh my God, he's so skinny.

His feet slid into the water and he smiled happily.

"The water is cold." He gestured.

"Would you like a sweater?"

He shook his head, his feet in circles in the water.

"What's your name?"

"Shatabang Danji."

Rattana smiled slightly, and found a topic in his name: "It sounds like a name from the church that means servant of God. ”

"It was the nun who gave it to me."

"Nun?"

He paused for a moment, as if struggling with what to tell her.

"You live in an orphanage?" She asked as gently as she could, remembering that there was indeed an orphanage in the city, which was run by the Sisters of the Mother of Mercy.

"I was born in a toilet cubicle at a bus stop. The janitor found me and sent me to an orphanage. The nun took this name. ”

She hid her sadness: "Uh, so where do you live now?" Has anyone adopted? ”

He still shook his head.

"What about adoptive parents?" God, I beg you, give him a pair of adoptive parents, a pair of kind adoptive parents, who can feed him, and tell him that even if his parents abandon him, there will still be people who will care for him.

Dangji didn't answer. Looking at the shabby clothes on his body and the mature expression on his face, Rattana thought that it seemed that he had not experienced much of a happy life.

Finally, he replied, "My home is on 10th Street." ”

In other words, he either secretly lived in an abandoned building or hid in a rudimentary rental house infested with rats. It's a miracle that he's been able to keep it so clean and tidy.

"You live near the call center's office, right? That's why you know I'm not in the office at night, even if it's not my shift. ”

He nodded: "My apartment is just across the street. I watch you work and get off work, but I'm not sneaking around. I feel like I think of you as a friend. When I first called...... You know, it seems like it was on a whim or something, and then you pick up the phone...... Also, I like the way you speak it. ”

He has a pair of beautiful hands, and Rattana is a little distracted, just like a girl's hands, elegant and delicate.

"You followed me home that night?"

"Basically every night. I have a bicycle and you're driving very slowly. I think if I could guard you, you would be safer. You're always staying late there, and this part of the city isn't a good place, especially for a woman who is alone, and it's just as dangerous to sit in a car. ”

Lakdana shook her head slightly, thinking that he was indeed strange. Obviously he still looks like a child, and the words he says are all in the tone of an adult. Thinking about it, she should have been moved to tears. This child thinks he is her guardian, which is why he follows her. But in fact, he seems to be the one who needs to be rescued the most.

"Tell me, why are you crying?" He gestured.

His gaze is very honest, but when the gaze of an adult man appears on a childish face, it is always frighteningly strange.

"Because I probably don't have much time." She blurted out.

"Lakdana, do you have any guests?"

Rattana turned her head to the right and saw Kajana, her only neighbor. Between the two houses was an eight-square-kilometre meadow, and she was now standing on the edge of the lawn.

"Hey, Kajana, come over and meet Dangji."

Kajana walked around the pool with light steps. She had moved into the large, quaint farm next door a year earlier, and legend has it that someone had heard a ghost talking to it at night.

She was 1.8 meters tall, and her large black curly waves hung down, covering the small half of her back. Kajana's beauty was stunning, and it took months for Rattana to get used to her beautiful face and not to stare at her all the time. Her perfect figure is even more suitable for the cover of magazines like Vanity Fair.

Therefore, it was only natural that a stunned expression appeared on Dangji's face.

When she had nothing to do, Rattana had imagined out of thin air what it would be like to receive a man's hot gaze, even if she was just an adolescent ghost. Unfortunately, she is not beautiful and attractive, and can only be classified as the most numerous among women - neither ugly nor good-looking. Moreover, that assessment came from when her hair and skin were not damaged before she underwent chemotherapy.

Kajana bent down, smiled shallowly, and held out her hand to the boy, "Hi. ”

When Si reached out and touched it slightly, as if he wasn't sure if Kajana was real. Interestingly, Rattana often feels the same way. Kajana was in some ways perfect, seemingly completely transcending life, more vivid and noble than anyone Rattana had ever met.

It's just that Kajana has never shown the femme fatale side in her words and deeds, she is always calm, humble and polite. She lives alone and earns a living as a freelance writer. Rattana had never seen her during the day, and no one seemed to have been in or out of the old farmstead.

Dangji looked at Rattana and waved his hands: "Do you want me to avoid it?" ”

Then, as if anticipating the answer, he pulled his feet out of the water.

She pressed his shoulders, deliberately ignoring the scarlet shoulder bones protruding from under his shirt.

"No, stay."

Kajana also took off her jogging shoes and socks, and tapped her toes on the water: "yes, come on." Dangsi, let's talk about it. ”

In the noisy bar, Su Pan set his sights on the first goal he wanted that night.

It was a brunette ordinary woman, extremely sexy, and her body was familiar. Like the rest of her kind in the bar, she kept throwing teasing signals at him: cocking her ass, flicking her shaggy hair back up.

"Found something you like?" Valarilo said dryly.

Su Pan nodded and hooked his finger at the woman. She came as soon as she was called, and Su Pan liked this point of ordinary people.

His gaze swayed from side to side with the woman's small waist until his view was blocked by another tight female body. He looked up, controlling his eyes from wandering.

Simani was of his kindred, with jet-black hair and sparkling black eyes. She was always chasing the members of the Lunar Society, wandering around them and selling herself. He had a feeling that she saw them as a reward, a kind of capital to show off to the outside world. This made Su Pan angry.

As far as he is concerned, this woman is a clingy~.

"Hey, Vallarillo." She shouted in a sexy, deep voice.

"Good evening, Simani," Valarilo greeted, taking a sip of Soviet red card vodka, "what's wrong?" ”

"Just want to know what you want to do."